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As the teacher was answering questions for the class trip coming up, Abby was taking detailed notes for what to pack, Sophie was trying to stay awake, Ethan was eating and Alex was trying to finish his homework from last night for his next class.
“We are going to the Hala Mansion in Aspen, Colorado. You guys will be able to pick your group for the drive up there. We will only be able to bring 10 kids and 3 teachers.” explained the teacher. After class let out, Abby was the first to say anything since she was the only one paying attention.
“We should all go in the same car together.”
And then all the others said at the same time, “ok”.
“Ok then, we will meet here at school, pack up the car and get going,” Said Sophie.
Once they were in the car they decided they wanted to play music so they
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turned on the radio. After about 30 minutes the radio started changing stations by itself and all the friends looked at each other. “You guys what’s with the music stations?” said Abby.
“It’s probably just bad connection from being in the mountains.” said Sophie.
Then Alex and Ethan look at eachother and start laughing and saying in unison “Or it could be ghosts!”
“Yeah right you guys.” said Sophie and Abby while laughing together.
The teacher told them their sleeping arrangements and then told them to unpack and get ready for their group activities.
Once they all went to their rooms to unpack their bags they heard a bloodcurdling scream and ran outside of their rooms to see what had happened. They all cleared the hallways as the teachers were running to see what all the commotion was. Everyone could tell there was something wrong when they saw their teacher’s faces while running back down the hall minutes later.
“What do you think happened?” said Sophie to one of her classmates.
“I don’t know. But I hope whoever screamed is okay,” responded her classmate with a concerned tone.
As they were walking downstairs to meet the teachers to find out what they were going to be doing for the rest of the day, they were all whispering about what the scream was.
One kid said, “She screamed because she saw a
spider.” Another said, “It was because she broke the glass window and it cut her.” But none of them actually knew what was happening so they all decided they were going to ask the teachers that were chaperoning. When they got downstairs they all became silent immediately and looked up to see one of their teachers hanging and swinging back forth from rope up on the chandelier. They all started screaming after about 5 seconds and another teacher came running in and looked up and turned immediately pale. They were all demanding to know what had happened to the girl who had screamed earlier. decided to tell the kids what happened to the girl who screamed. “So, I am assuming everyone heard the scream earlier. When we went in her room we saw that a giant razor sharp rock had been thrown into her window and smashed her in the head. By the time we had got to her she had bled out from the head and it was too late.” said the teacher while wiping off her face from the tears. “And now this has happened to Ms.Benson. I am going to talk to the other teacher and see if he thinks we should leave. Go pack up your stuff because we might have to leave tonight or tomorrow morning.” as she said while leaving the room to alert the other teachers of what had happened. When the teachers called all the students down for dinner they gave an announcement about what they were planning for leaving the mansion. “Ok, after dinner we are all going to go to our rooms and pack up and leave in the morning because we don’t think that it is safe here.” said Ms. Clark, the teacher who had planned the whole trip. During dinner, they were all completely silent reflecting on what happened that day. When dinner was almost over one kid passed out and then fell on the floor and fell into a steak knife that was standing up which had seemed to have been placed there by someone. The teachers looked at each other and ordered everyone to go to their rooms, but this time split up into 2 rooms. “I want the 4 boys to go into one room and the 4 girls go into another room. Don’t come out until the morning and Mr. Leister will come into the boy’s room and stay with them the night and I will come into the girls room and I will sleep with them until the morning.” said Ms. Clark. Once all the kids got to their room they tried to forget about what happened earlier that night. “Ok, we all have to stick together so that nothing happens until the morning. Three people already died and I want to make sure that no one else will die.” said Abby. “What happens if something happens to one of us though?” asked Sophie. “Then we will help the person and try to remain calm.” said Abby As the night went on they were watching tv and trying desperately to forget everything. When they decided to turn off the lights and go to sleep they all heard a loud pound on the door and then they flicked on the lights as fast as possible. “You guys, what was that?” said Sophie “I don’t know but whatever it was I don’t like the sound of it...no pun intended.” said one of the class mates. “You guys, look up there...” Abby said while pointing at the wall. On the wall was written in blood “I am here and there is nothing you can do to escape. Even though you can’t see me, I have been with some of you since the car ride here. If you remember the music stations changing and you guys were just telling each other that the connection was bad. Abby and Sophie, you should have listened to Ethan and Alex because they were right about the ghosts.” “OH MY GOD YOU GUYS!!!!! WE ARE ALL GOING TO DIE!!!!!” screamed Sophie. After Sophie screamed everyone started freaking out and screaming. All of the boys ran in from the room next door and the teachers both ran from down stairs to see what all the screaming was for and hoping that no one else had died. “What happened?!?!?!?!?!?” screamed the teachers. At that point the came into the room and saw all the boys and girls silent looking up at the wall reading it over and over again just waiting to see who was going to say something in response to what they were watching. Mortified, one of the girls ran into the bathroom. Moments after, they all heard a scream from inside the bathroom and when they opened the door they saw her face being dunked in the toilet but there wasn’t anyone to be seen. It didn’t take long for her to drown in the water from the toilet. Then all of the sudden they saw a knife floating in the air coming towards them and they all screamed and started running out of the bathroom. “Everyone pair up and lock yourselves in a room!” yelled Ms. Clark while all the kids were screaming and running away. Once everyone made it in their rooms they were silent but after about 15 minutes of complete silence throughout the house they heard yet another scream. The teachers walked in and saw a knife in one of the girls backs, and blood all over the room. As the kids started to walk into the room to see what had happened this time the teachers didn’t want them in there. “You guys should go back to your room and try and go back to sleep. We will be leaving in the morning and all of this will be over.” said Ms. Clark “But what if we are all dead by the morning?” asked Ethan. “That won’t happen. We will all be ok.” responded Ms.Clark When they returned to their rooms, none of them could sleep, they were restless, tossing and turning all night. The next morning they all woke up and heard yet another scream. They rushed towards the sound and found a girl with her duffle bag strap wrapped around her neck. “Oh my god! I can’t take this! Why should I be here if I am just going to end up dead like the rest of them?” said another one of the class mates. She immediately rushed out of the room and ran down the hallway. They all saw her stop at the balcony and take a big deep breath. Then she turned around while crying. “Goodbye everyone, and have fun dying.” Then she turned around opened the french windows and stepped up on the ledge and everyone immediately started running toward her and yelling at her to stop. Right as they were about to reach her she jumped. They all stood there in silence, looking down at the body. “There is no point in leaving if we are all going to be dead by the time the drivers come.” said Abby.” “True, the ghost is just going to kill us until we are all dead and once all the teachers have died then there is no hope for us to live.” said Alex. They all decided that they were just going to stay in the same room and wait for help. Once they got to their rooms it was silent. “You guys, I have noticed something . . . whenever someone dies the teachers are almost always there first. . . what if it them who is killing everyone?” explained Abby. “True . . . but they would never do that to us. We have known them for so long.” said Ethan. “Yeah, but what if they are all possessed?” asked Sophie “THAT’S WHY THEY DIDN’T WANT TO LEAVE UNTIL THE MORNING . . . SO WE WOULD ALL BE DEAD BY THE TIME THE DRIVERS CAME!!!!!!!!!!!!” yelled Ethan. “BE QUIET! If all of this is actually true then they can’t hear us talking about it.” said Abby “The drivers will be here in 1 hour. We just have it stick it out until then, get in the car, leave them here and return home and call the police.” said Sophie. “Ok, great plan. There is just one problem . . . how are we going to all stay alive for the next hour?” asked Ethan “Yeah, if they know what time the drivers are coming, they will know they have to kill us before they come.” said Alex Sophie thought a minute and then said “We can tell the teachers that the drivers called us and won’t be here for another 5 hours. Then the teachers won’t need to kill us. Then when the drivers actually come in an hour we will get in and drive away . . . leaving them here.”. When they lied to their teachers and said the drivers wouldn’t be to them in the next 5 hours they seemed to believe them. Once the drivers got there they all ran outside and got in as fast as possible. “GO!!!!!!!!! DRIVE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!!! NO ONE ELSE IS IN THERE!!!!!! JUST DRIVE!!!!!!” they all screamed at once. The driver pulled out quickly and as they left the circular driveway the teachers ran out of the mansion and was screaming at the car to stop. “Finally we made it.” said Ethan while out of breath. Right as he said that Abby smiled. She put her hand in her pocket and rested her hand on a gun, waiting for the right time to pull it out. “You guys are so naive . . . You actually believed me when I said it was all the teachers trying to kill us. But really the murderer was with you the whole time.” said Abby. Then she shot everyone in the car, including herself.
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